Delayed along their journey. Too many stops for food, photographs, the rare clean restroom. Now behind schedule, their reservation in doubt, they press on, their high beams the only light on the darkened road.
Certain of the rightness of their persistence, she counts the reflectors, sighs and takes his hand.
They'll be there before morning.
About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!
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5 comments:
Ha!
March 8, 2012 at 10:20 PMIve been down THAT road Hundreds of times!!
Loved your 55 Ann
I Love stories.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Ah, you raise the question....but will they? Lots of similiar-themed 55s this week, seems to me. Enjoyed!
March 9, 2012 at 6:25 AMFeel that restlessness of sitting, stopping, sitting more, when you want to be where you're going.
March 9, 2012 at 8:07 PMNice compression. But always room for an accident.
March 10, 2012 at 3:40 AMReservations? We were supposed to make reservations? Oh.
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